I love that the typical weekend here is spent planning, preparing, and sharing meals. Usually, it’s lunch we share. We meet at noon in front of the grocery and carry home our provisions where we set to work cutting, chopping, and cooking. And there’s always dessert. Sometimes, we find something special, but usually it’s yogurt or crèpes (or my new favorite le petit suisse with honey drizzled on top).
This Sunday was rainy and gray, but not too cold, and as Susana cooked Paella in the kitchen the window was thrown open and it felt just a bit like Spring (or perhaps the childhood in España that I never knew). Lunch was served, and following Susana, we squeezed juice from a lemon onto our plates. My mouth is watering just thinking about how delicious it was. We had red wine from Bordeaux and clafoutis for dessert. Things are always a little romantic for me, but I swear it was free from any sort pretense. It really was exactly as a Sunday lunch should be.